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The Billionaire and the Waitress

Chapter 2 At the Bar

Word Count: 1465    |    Released on: 17/10/2024

of fury consumption in my chest. Betrayal. It was that-unadulterated, crude disloyalty, and it hit me like a punch to the stomach repeatedl

with some more odd. The room. The shock in her eyes when she saw me remaining there. That man rushed out withou

real world. My psyche hustled, and I had no clue about where to go or what to do. The prospect of returning inside, seei

would overreact now, presumably attempting to call me, attempting to make sense out of this. In any case, what could have been

grin currently filled me with only annoyance. My thumb drifted over the screen briefly before I hit 'decline' and th

s just a single spot I could imagine - The Bourbon Parlor, a bar downtown that I'd visited a couple of times. It w

sphalt as I sped down the road. The calm rural area obscured me, yet I couldn't have c

hing, or had it been occurring for months, years, even? Each time I mulled over everything, it seemed like a blade cutting furth

that had developed between us. The late evenings she guaranteed were enjoyed with companions, the texts sh

y that had bushwhacked me. My knuckles brightened as I held the directing wheel harder, attempting to qui

ything but an extravagant spot, not the sort of spot a person of my height would ordinarily visit, yet at this moment I couldn't have cared less. I didn't need the pomp

mell of bourbon and worn calfskin consuming the atmosphere. I went directly toward the bar, k

rt light hair and tired eyes

eck the menu out. I didn't mind at all what bran

in one quick movement. The torch of the liquor flowed through my throat, and briefly, it was like I could i

tling, loaded up with considerations of Charlotte and that man. Who on earth would he say he was? He didn't seem as though anybody I p

in the chilliness that had assumed control over me. I needed to neglect. I needed to drink until I was unable to recall the expression all over,

realized it was her. It would constantly be her. What might she at any point conceivably s

viewpoints, delicate ye

she checked out at me with a sprinkle of compassion in her eyes. Typically, I would've dism

he bourbon in my glass. "Got my significant

ly couldn't completely accept. However, expressing it without holding bac

yet she said nothing immediately. She

," she said delicate

aste of my beverage, gazing at the golden fluid as though it

ing more?" she ask

ead. "No, th

t, abandoning me with my viewpoints. The commotion of the bar blurred away from plain sig

e I assumed I had so painstakingly constructed, was disintegr

ked open, and somebody strolled in. I didn't turn up. I didn't mind what its identity was. However, a

ff chance that it isn't the powerful Lia

skirting a thump.

ng there, with a pompous smile all over,

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